[Lore-01]

Neue häs aus der neuen folge

MAN: Cider Mill's opening Saturday. Big parade and free cider for one and all.

PATTY: Keep it going, kids. You're red, you're delicious. You're about to have the juice sucked out of you. [She smiles as Lorelai passes] There she is -- our spunky entrepreneur.
LORELAI: I am the uber-Trump-Murdoch-Maximus. [She glances back] Oop. Apple down.

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WOMAN: Yeah. I'm looking for the Shakespeare stage

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T.J.: [feigns innocence] I know. The Yanks went with Mussina. They should have gone with Brown.

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T.J.: Liz, you hearing this?
LIZ: What? [pulls ear phones out of her ears] I'm sorry. I was listening to my Deepak Chopra

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EMILY: We'll need to book some private tours -- the Vatican, the Villa Medici. And private -- just the two of us. The concierge in Florence stuck us with a Belgian couple at the Uffizi who didn't know a fresco from a ferret hole. And the ruins, of course. Make sure the guide's not too dry. [absently gazes out the patio window] So different. [quickly follows a luggage-laden bell hop another room] The hanging bags should be hung, not laid on the bed.

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EMILY: Let's sit down and pick our restaurants. That's three nights -- that's three lunches and three dinners. We'll take our usual passeggiata around the piazza navana, but let's pick the restaurants. [enthusiastically riffles through the brochures]